Thought was of food
as blackbird high perched
observed cars trucks buses,
and a fair-haired youth
pedalling carefree
wheels whirring smoothly
on hard sealed road.
*
Sharp eyes focused
downwards as blackbird swooshed
hop-stepped head angled
beak pecked shell packed food;
dropped pecked picked up
shook dropped pecked
flayed on road flayed and flayed.
*
I looked again saw
only broken shell remained.
*
The youth passed by
fair hair flying
helmet from handlebars swinging
and clear inside my brain
I pictured cold hard road
waiting
'neath his humming wheels
waiting
waiting for the dropping
the shaking
for the pecking and the flaying
with only broken shell remaining.
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Dennis Crompton © 1997
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